Charlie

males hidden selves

Bull in restraints^^^

Given society's constant demands on men to be masculine, to take charge, to succeed, to get it up and keep it up, to do instead of be, it is no wonder that some of the strongest, brightest, and most successful males seek contact with their hidden selves through submission to woman's firm but kindly rule.

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Saturday
May 19, 1990

My eyes flutter open to the muted light of dawn. It took me a full five minutes to remember where I am. The light cream colored walls are a big change from the dark blue wall of my bedroom at home At this early hour I know that Sandy is not up yet. Not many people are up as early as I am. So I quitely slip out of bed and creep down the hall to set up the coffee to brew.

While I wait on the coffee I quitely go back to the gestroom. I automatically kick into my daily routine. I make the bed, take a shower, and dress in my favorite yoga pants with a black tank top. Something tells me I will want to be conformable today. I go get my coffee and decided that the best place to enjoy it with out waking the whole house is to drink it in my room. I curl myself onto the chair by the window, and watch as the sun rises. The only thing that bothers me about last night events is how easily I submitted to Sandy. For some reason that scared me.

It is well past eight before there is a light knock on the door. Sandy sticks her head around the door. "You up?" She opens the door alittle wider. I catch a glimpse of Bull as he walks past making his way to the coffee. I vaguely remember the sounds of him coming in sometime past midnight.

Sandy looks from the freshly made bed to the cup in my hand. She placed a hand on her hip to ask. "Exactly how long have you been up?"

I tuck my hair behind my ear. "Just a little after 5:30 I think." I shrugged

"Come with me. I need to give you something." She holds a hand out to me. I take it and she pulls me in the direction of the master bedroom. I peek back at the kitchen to see Bull is cooking. He is looking yummy in his black silk sleep pants.

The master bedroom is twice the size of the guest room. It hold a king size canneball style bed. The dark wood furniture contrasts beautifully with the eggshell blue walls. Sandy leads me to sit on a hope chest that is at the end of the bed. She turns to rifle through a antique wardrobe.

"I know it in here some where." She muttered to herself. "Ah Ha! Here it is." She turns and in her hands is the most beautiful black lace corset I have ever seen.

I slowly stand to touch the soft silk of the corset." It's beautiful, but I have never had one of these. Im not even sure that I know how to put it on. You wear these?" I ask.

Sandy drop the black corset on the bed and pulls the belt tied at her waist. Her robe opens to reveal a corset that is a incredible indigo blue. She has pair it up with cute lace boy shorts underwear in the same color."It takes a certain amount of discipline to wear one of these. I am sure once you try it you will love it. Take off your shrit, I will show you how."

I hesitate for a moment before I take off my shirt. Sandy unhooks the front of the corset. She raps the silk around my torso. She snaps all the hooks in place. "Ok right or left handed?"

"Right."I answered, the silk feels soft against my skin.

"Put your left hand here below you breasts." I do as I am told. Sandy leads me over to a full length mirror that stands in the corrnor of the room.

"Now with your back to the mirror. Look over your shoulder to see what you are doing. Take the long loops in your free hand and pull." I pull the long loop at the small my back the corset began to tighten up." Good, it should be where you can let go of it now. Adjust your right hand to keep the long loops tight. Take your left hand and reach up as high as you can between your shoulder blades. Slip your thumb under the crossing laces and pull. It should get tighter at the top. Now work down till you get to the long loop. Do the same with the bottom laces. Once you have it as tight as you want it you just tie it into a simple bow." I tie the bow like she tells me to. She steps up to stop me from knotting the strings again. "Don't double knot the strings. You don't want to make it impossible to get out of. How does that feel?" The corset is holding me in a tight embrace.

I turn to look at myself in the mirror. My waist is now much narrower than before. My breasts are front and center for all to see. The black lace with the black yoga pants has me speechless. I see Sandy standing behind me smiling like a kid in a candy store. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's prefect. But I can't take this. It's your's." I turn and say. I never expected her to give me this.

"Yes you can." She pins me down with her sturn blue eyes, " This one is of my frist corsets. My waist is a bit bigger than when I was twenty. So you keep it. I have one more thing for you." She walks back to her dresser and gets a bag. She pulls out a coiled hot pink rope. "You next lesson will be in shibari. It is the Japanese word for 'too tie' in BDSM it is used to restraint the submissive." She unrevealed the rope just as there is a sharp knock at the door.

She winks at me ands calls out to Bull. "Come in" Bull opens the door. He stops dead in his tracks. His mouth hangs open and his eyes go wide. I can almost image what we look like to him. Both of us in corsets with Sandy holding rope. It takes him a few minutes before his submissive training kicks in and he shifts his eyes down.

"Breakfast is almost ready, ma'am" l can tell he is struggling to keep his lust under control. Sandy sends him off telling him we will be out soon.

" I am only going to show you one knot. You never use this unless the submissive agrees. Also never used this around the sub's neck." She tells me this with the most stern look. I know she is very serious about this. I pay close attention to what she is doing with the rope.

"This knot is simple. Done correctly it will not hurt the sub, but still keep him in place." She takes the rope and halfs it. Then she keeps the loop end in her hand, and raps it around my wrist. Then she draws the two lose ends through the loop pulling it tight. Then she slips her endex finger under the rope. "You do this so the rope is not to tight. Keep your finger under the rope for the rest of the tie. It will keep the rope just lose enough." She then puts her thumb on the rope and threads the end of the rope under next to her finger. Leaving part of the rope over her thumb. She then pulls the lose ends back through the top loop. "Now, you have a tie that is lose enough not to hurt, but the sub can't slip out." She test it by trying to pull the over my hand. The rope doesn't budge.

After she untied the knot she and I go to see what's for breakfast. Bull is rushing around the kitchen. It is strange for me to see a man do house work. The fact that he is doing woman's work does not seem to bother him one bit.

I follow Sandy's lead and walk into the dinning room. We enter just as Bull puts a platter of eggs and bacon on the table. He quickly moves to help Sandy into her chair. I am just about to pull my chair out when Bull stops me. He gives me the same special care he just gave his Domme.

The only other person who has done this for me was my dad. I still remember my Grandmother teasing me about the fact that I didn't know how to open my own car door till I turned thirteen. I could definitely get use to this type of treatment.

I can't wait to see what will take place after breakfast.